"Today is the day I become 6 years old."
In a dim room, whose only source of light was the sliver that slipped through a gap in the curtain, an eery silence reigned.
One could guess the high status of the person residing inside of the romm since it was filled with luxurious furniture.
On the king-sized bed lays a boy, who's featured were extremely striking, porcelaine skin with no defects, jet-black hair that fell in soft, uneven strands across his forehead. His eyes-unnaturally red-glowed like embers in the dim light, unsettling yet strangely captivating. There was something quiet about him, something that shouldn't show on someone his age. It was his attitude
His eyes were peeking quickly on a certain book that he was holding with his small yet rough hands, judging from the calluses and scratches on his hands, It would be easy to assume he has trained with the sword ever since he started walking.
The book in question had a red cover made from ancient yet clean leather. One could see the history etched into its very fibers.
There were some certain words imprinted on it. The words were 'The soul weapons'.
Seeing the boy's expression, one could guess he was anxious, almost he was about to experience the most important moment of his life.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on the perfectly tailored wooden door